At this moment, Elder Lin really couldn't laugh at all.

Zhu Changge's waist wound was not shallow, blood flowed all over the ground, coupled with Fu Lingtian's indiscriminate beating on his wound, Zhu Changge's face could be described as extremely pale, and he subconsciously wanted to stand up, but Elder Mo's voice suddenly sounded.

"Zhu Changge, that's enough."

Zhu Changge, who was holding on, turned pale, and he stiffened his body to look at Fu Lingtian, who was a few steps away, his eyes were full of unwillingness, obviously he was almost ......

"Elder Mo!" Elder Lin froze when he heard Elder Mo's words, and he wanted to say something.

Elder Mo shook his head and said, "If you fight again, I wish Changge's life will be lost here." ”

Elder Mo's words were like a basin of cold water, poured on the top of Elder Lin's head, and Elder Lin turned his eyes to look at Zhu Changge, who was covered in blood, and his face turned pale.

Zhu Changge's injuries were not light, and Fu Lingtian had found an opportunity when he was in his prime, and now he was holding on to this injured body to continue fighting, but it was only a slow death, and it was impossible to reverse the situation at all.

Elder Lin's previous anticipation came to naught at this moment, he secretly clenched his fists, took a deep breath and said, "Zhu Changge, you come down." ”

Zhu Changge's face turned white, but he didn't dare to disobey the orders of the two elders, so he could only resign himself to dropping the sword in his hand to admit defeat.

Zhu Changge was helped down from the ring by several disciples, he covered the wound on his waist with both hands, and blood kept flowing out of his fingers, but he was annoyed, and he only hated himself for not being more careful.

At this moment, the hearts of the people of the Xuanling Sect seemed to be pressed against a boulder, and the glimmer of hope that had just risen was completely wiped out by the rout of Yu Zhu Changge.

"It's over...... I wish the senior brothers all lost, we are afraid that it will be ...... this time" The disciples had a look of despair on their faces.

Zhu Changge is the strongest disciple in this trip, and now that even he has been defeated, there is no possibility for the Xuanling Sect to compete for the first place.

And not only that, although Feng Yiran of the Fengyue Sect was defeated before, his injury was not serious, and he could participate normally in the competition for the second place tomorrow, but I wish Changge ......

Looking at the long bloodstain under Zhu Changge's body, everyone's mood can be said to be extremely depressed.

It is the competition for the second place tomorrow, and with Zhu Changge's serious injury, I am afraid that he will not have the opportunity to participate.

Seeing this, the elders of the Qinglin Sect finally leaked an arrogant smile on their faces again.

"Elder Mo, I agreed." Elder Qinglin Sect looked at Elder Mo, who was pale, and said with a smile, but the smugness between his eyebrows and eyes was undisguised.

"Elder Qian, your Fu Lingtian shot is inevitably too heavy." Before Elder Mo could speak, Elder Lin, who had a gloomy face on the side, took the lead in speaking.

He took a look at Zhu Changge's injury, if it weren't for Zhu Changge's own physical condition being hard enough, just Fu Lingtian's set, I am afraid that he would have to break half of his life.

The three competitions have always been point-to-point, but Fu Lingtian's hand is too dark.

Elder Qinglin Sect said disapprovingly: "On the martial arts field, the sword has no eyes, even if there are some casualties, it is normal. ”

Elder Lin's face turned dark.

Elder Mo's face was not very good-looking at the moment.

Zhu Changge is already their biggest bargaining chip in this competition, and now that they have lost miserably, how can anyone still play?